Page 703 of End Game

The sound is low.

Cami's knees fall apart.

He touches it over her panties.

Her body jerks. “Fuck.”

Ronan looks at her. “Color?”

“Green.”

“Continue.”

Griffin does.

Cami grips the edge of the table.

I watch.

Micah watches.

Ronan watches.

Cami lasts maybe twenty seconds before her breathing gets ragged.

She looks at Ronan. “Can I—”

“No.”

She whimpers.

The sound goes directly into every dick in the room.

I know that as a fact.

Ronan remains completely fucking calm. “Constitution save.”

Cami grabs her d20 with shaking fingers.

Rolls nine.

Ronan says, “Stop.”

Griffin lifts the vibrator away instantly.

Cami makes a noise that is almost violent.

I look at Micah. “This is the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

“Which part?”

“Yes.”

It gets worse.

Or better.

There is no meaningful distinction anymore.